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Winter was snow-packed and long but relatively mild and so the home gardens put on a pretty good show as it does every year.  But after 4 or 5 years of setting and spreading roots and bulbs, springtime in the gardens is pretty amazing.

An uneventful spring, busy with work as usual but I did find time to spend with family and loved ones.  Here’s a collection of random pictures from my post-winter goings on.

I enjoyed an early spring visit from Mom and Ray, freshly returned from hot Mexico only to face the April chills of New England:

Mom and Ray walking at Fort Foster overlooking Whaleback Light and the Isles of Shoals

Mom and Ray at Fort Foster overlooking Whaleback Light and the Isles of Shoals

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Our favorite pug niece, Tillie (aka "Baby")!

Early Spring Ride in Warm Weather

Today a gift of 66°F.  One of the last moments of waning winter with the effects of a cold, snowy winter melting quickly away.  This Friday afternoon:  sunshine, clear skies, a balmy breeze.

So I hopped on my bike and shed work’s stressful load.  I pedaled on empty roads, past patches of white tucked in the woods still reflecting the furious nor’easters of December and January.  Along the estuary I saw the tide low and the sea stretching far, the salt marsh hay soaking in the surprisingly strong sun, resetting roots and working purposefully towards its gold-to-green renewal.

My mind abandons project worries and mounting tasks, tedious 10-12 hour days at my desk, my mind and body tired after months of burdensome work, little exercise and the normal winter sluggishness.  Yet this spring air enlivens my lungs, my eyes and heart race to keep up with the stimuli around me, my legs straining to keep up with my unleashed spirit.  No poems to read this time;  my senses consume the lyrics of this rare warm afternoon and its goings-on.

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Skiing to Brave Boat Harbor during the January 2011 nor'easter

Despite the benign start to our winter this year, January brought a midweek nor’easter which dropped more than 14″ of powdery snow over the region.

I love a good dumping of snow and this year’s blizzard did not disappoint: flakes fell furiously at a rate of 1-2″ per hour, the trees danced wildly as the strong surf roared in the distance.  Sheltered comfortably in my home and warmed by the wood-burning stove, I worked remotely as the winds whipped the snow and pounded the windows of my home office.

By afternoon the storm eased.  Before nightfall I grabbed my cross-country skis and glided down the driveway and to the Rachel Carson National Wildlife Refuge on Cutts Island.

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To kick off the New Year, I decided to finally join the Polar Bear Club and go for a body-chilling dip in the Atlantic Ocean.  So with little fanfare, I stopped by Mark and Amy’s wonderful home for the winter overlooking Pepperrell Cove in Kittery, Maine and jumped in the drink.

Fortunately it was an unusually mild day for January (with a high of 55°F) which made for a much easier entry into the 39°F-ish ocean.  After the dip I was able to stand for some time on the beach in only my trunks and water shoes.

I tried unsuccessfully to enlist others to join in the fun — Paul’s text reply was an emphatic “No f*ckin’ way!” and Mark claims he is “physically incapable” of entering cold water.  Not surprising from the Lechner brothers who never swim in the Maine waters even in the height of summer.  Oh well, I guess everyone has a tolerance threshold for such things.

This particular feat had been on my mind for some years but always missed due to weather, location or hangover.  So 2011 proved to be The Year and I’m pleased to have a resolution so easily and quickly crossed off my list!

El corte de pelo después de un año

When I hit 40 years old in December 2009 I got a wild hair.  Time for a pony tail, I thought. Half joking, I decided to let my hair grow indefinitely without grooming.  I had never really had long hair, for as long as I can remember it’s been short.  Perhaps in the 1970’s I had long hair, didn’t everyone?  But I was too young then to remember so it didn’t count.

So month after month passed and my hair grew longer (½ inch per month, so says the research).  And so did the comments: lots of friendly ribbing at work, funny looks from Paul, even my mother imploring me to “Get a haircut!”

I really noticed it in the summer, it was long enough to blow in my eyes, thus requiring lots of hat wearing.  I started to twist it when sitting idly, by summer’s end it started to annoy.  It was thick, heavy and hot.  And it look longer to wash and dry.

By October 2010, a year after my last cut, it felt like the right time.  I had to do something, it was getting wild and unwieldy; the creature definitely needed some taming.  So I walked into my local clip joint and Michelle took a whack at it.  She was surpised to see me after so long: “Well, at least I know you weren’t cheating on me.”

I never did get a real pony tail, after all that.  But I did get the long hair thing out of my system.  While it’s good to mix things up every now and then, I’m glad to have my now maintenance-free hair short and under control.

My Summer So Far

So it’s been a typical, Arcadian summer here on the Maine coast… weather has been dry and warm with sunshine, the best in memory!  Mark and Amy have provided super companionship, a renewed interest in all the area has to offer, and we have welcomed a number of visiting guests.

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